Before she had even had a chance to recover, another orc was gripping her thighs and easing himself into her with a long groan. She wondered how long it had been since they had even seen a woman, let alone fucked one.
Then, Dibella - or, more likely, Sanguine - answered her silent pleas as one of the orcs by her head, seized her by the jaw and growled,
"Open your mouth, little whore."
She did immediately and was rewarded with the salty taste of pre-come on her tongue. She wanted nothing more to suck on his needy cock while she was pounded by another orc but she couldn't fit him in her mouth. He physically wouldn't fit. He could only just about get the head in but it seemed that was enough. Her tongue lashed at his sensitive skin and his hips jerked slightly as she sucked. She moaned around him and the orc between her legs ground a rough thumb against her hard clit and she could feel her legs shaking with the prospect of another orgasm on the horizon.
The orc in her mouth didn't last long and he came hard in her mouth. She swallowed greedily, his thick seed coating her mouth and her throat. She cried out as she came again, the feeling of a throbbing cock stretching her, a thumb rubbing her clit and the taste of come becoming too much for her to bare.
The orc fucking her came over her stomach, his sperm joining the others' before him.
The next one rushed forward, pushing the spent orc out of the way. He lined his cock up with her pussy and pushed inside her. Vianna's body was protesting - she was so tired, so used - but still she couldn't hold in a long moan of pleasure.
*
They used her for hours, until she became limp in her bindings and she could no longer see the skin on her stomach for the seed they had all spilt countless times each.
At last, when Vianna was sure she was on the verge of passing out, the chief called for them to stop. Even after all the times they had fucked her, they all looked disappointed and Vianna herself felt a curious mixture of relief and regret.
They untied the leather strips holding her down and she flexed her wrists and ankles, wincing at the dull ache that lingered in all of them. Then one of them gave her a wolf pelt to wrap around herself. She almost laughed at this late showing of modesty.
"Put her in the room next to mine. And bring her a bath."
She tried to stand but her legs buckled. One of the orcs - the one that fucked her first - caught her and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to a small room next to the chief's larger chambers. Inside, there was a small fire, a single bed and a table squashed into the corner. The orc set her down onto the bed while another orc came in, carrying a tin bath. Then came the water, a bucket full at a time.
"There you are, little Imperial." He said when the bath was full. He eyed her body even now, his heavy cock twitching between his thick thighs.
"I have nothing to wear after. You have taken my armour - "
He laughed. "Oh, don't you worry yourself about that. You won't be needing clothes while you're here."
F!NPC/Orcs - 'A Fierce Hunger' 5/?
Then, Dibella - or, more likely, Sanguine - answered her silent pleas as one of the orcs by her head, seized her by the jaw and growled,
"Open your mouth, little whore."
She did immediately and was rewarded with the salty taste of pre-come on her tongue. She wanted nothing more to suck on his needy cock while she was pounded by another orc but she couldn't fit him in her mouth. He physically wouldn't fit. He could only just about get the head in but it seemed that was enough. Her tongue lashed at his sensitive skin and his hips jerked slightly as she sucked. She moaned around him and the orc between her legs ground a rough thumb against her hard clit and she could feel her legs shaking with the prospect of another orgasm on the horizon.
The orc in her mouth didn't last long and he came hard in her mouth. She swallowed greedily, his thick seed coating her mouth and her throat. She cried out as she came again, the feeling of a throbbing cock stretching her, a thumb rubbing her clit and the taste of come becoming too much for her to bare.
The orc fucking her came over her stomach, his sperm joining the others' before him.
The next one rushed forward, pushing the spent orc out of the way. He lined his cock up with her pussy and pushed inside her. Vianna's body was protesting - she was so tired, so used - but still she couldn't hold in a long moan of pleasure.
*
They used her for hours, until she became limp in her bindings and she could no longer see the skin on her stomach for the seed they had all spilt countless times each.
At last, when Vianna was sure she was on the verge of passing out, the chief called for them to stop. Even after all the times they had fucked her, they all looked disappointed and Vianna herself felt a curious mixture of relief and regret.
They untied the leather strips holding her down and she flexed her wrists and ankles, wincing at the dull ache that lingered in all of them. Then one of them gave her a wolf pelt to wrap around herself. She almost laughed at this late showing of modesty.
"Put her in the room next to mine. And bring her a bath."
She tried to stand but her legs buckled. One of the orcs - the one that fucked her first - caught her and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to a small room next to the chief's larger chambers. Inside, there was a small fire, a single bed and a table squashed into the corner. The orc set her down onto the bed while another orc came in, carrying a tin bath. Then came the water, a bucket full at a time.
"There you are, little Imperial." He said when the bath was full. He eyed her body even now, his heavy cock twitching between his thick thighs.
"I have nothing to wear after. You have taken my armour - "
He laughed. "Oh, don't you worry yourself about that. You won't be needing clothes while you're here."
*